"I Will Find Words, Smith them Down. For Love Is Infinite And So Are They."

If Love Is Pain Then Darling, Let’s Hurt Tonight

She holds my heart in her hands and we sit to talk. I need to feel warm and she needs to feel safe. We are quiet at the moment but stars speak. Her eyes glisten like emeralds as she flips and turns my heart in her hands carefully examining it. And I’m surprised how there isn’t even one moment of fear that crosses my mind that she might drop it. Because I know with surety she won’t.

I have never been as sure about anything in my life as I am about her. I am actually glad she has my heart in her hands because I fear it’s her touch that keeps it beating. Without her love, there will be just colourless voids and a heart that keeps forgetting to beat.

So we sat to talk. We should have talked. We could have talked. But we didn’t. Instead we just lay together staring into infinite space that looked nothing less than pure magic. I wanted her to tell me things, anything. Lot of things. Everything. Just hear her speak. But her eyes were too loud for me to hear anything else at that moment. So I stared at her while she stared at the stars.

I didn’t want us to be mere accident like something that just happens one day unexpectedly. I wanted us to be on purpose- that just has to be for a reason. I wanted to love her on purpose and not like an accident.

She was a calm whisper in a world that was too loud. And although she was a chaos herself, I knew she could calm the storm within me.

She broke her eye contact with the stars and looked at me. And all it took was flash of a second, for me to know; I’d be a fool to let her go. Because she needed me as much as I needed her. And together, we were going to heal and glue back together our broken pieces.

It has always been her and me.

All those empty cervixes inside us that echoed with scars that still bled and thunders that still ripped us apart from time to time. It has always been her and me. And we, together, were going to heal.

Hence, she holds my heart in her hands to keep it beating, while I hold her close so she can breathe easy. I’m never leaving her side nor she needs to fall because she’s already safe in my arms. She doesn’t need to break herself anymore to prove anything.

I’m sure now, it has always been; her and me. And there is no way I’d rather have it be.

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33 thoughts on “If Love Is Pain Then Darling, Let’s Hurt Tonight ”

You had me at ‘She holds my heart in her hands and we sit to talk. I need to feel warm and she needs to feel safe. We are quiet at the moment but stars speak. ‘ I love this. I love everything about your writing.

This post. Wow. Just wow. From the title to the last line, there is just so much emotions running through your words. I think many of us crave this kind of love, the kind of love that we want to give just because we WANT to from deep within us…and no other reason why, and for nothing in return. As you said, no need to prove anything. Just be yourself. That’s the best kind of love – selfless, just because. ‘I wanted to love her on purpose and not like an accident.’ So, so, so beautifully said. I’ve seen so many people around me jump to love as a conclusion after spending a short time with each other. Not to say love doesn’t manifest this way, but I truly believe real love is unspoken – you can be with someone and not say anything, and you know it will be okay. Lots of love to you, Zee. Keep writing ❤

Exactly. Selfless kind of love is the best kind but it can also be the most destructive one if the person on the receiving end takes it foe granted cuz then you start to lose yourself in the process. I guess love can be dangerous like that sometimes. But if this kind of love is cherished, nothing better in life than that☺️

What I like about this is in imagining these people allowing themselves this level of vulnerability with this background context of “hurt” – in other words it sounds to me like they’ve been hurt. This kind of thing changed the way that i approached romance, at least for a while, and it’s an impressive thought that two people would find that kind of courage with that as the background. My dad once said “never give anyone a second chance to shit in your ricebowl”, but it’s easy to forget that vulnerability with any given love in your life is a separate thing outside of the fear created by a someone else..

You really understood the background context of this piece and where it was coming from, and where this love wanted to lead to or rather what kind of love these two craved. Isn’t love about courage and vulnerability at the end of the day? I think these are one of the most important components of love.
Btw thank you so much for dropping by and leaving this wonderful comment 🙂

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This is great, Zee. Such beautiful words, words that I can feel. This is an end of a wait but the beginning of something more, the anticipation of the moment and perhaps the fulfillment of that moment. And yet, when I read it there is such a longing there, a longing that is left unsaid but is felt in the heart through the words.

I’ve said it before, but each time I read a new one of these “prose poems” of yours I am amazed by the depth you are able to capture.

Trent, I think it’s safe to say, the way you understand my words, nobody else does. I may write beautifully but then you can read so effortlessly between the lines and truly understand the essence of my poems or the place where it comes from- all different kinds of feelings and emotions. Every time I see your comment, it makes me so happy! Thank you very much ♥️

I’m glad I can make you feel happy 🙂 A few days ago I wrote that I wish I could reach out from these thousands of miles and share a little of your pain so that it drains a bit from you. Perhaps I can ❤

This was a happy read. The way you are seeing love- like it is something scared that needs to be worshiped. This is the most beautiful kind of pain.
But the most beautiful thing; You want it to be on purpose. This idea is respect worthy. A very noble thought.

Reading this, I wonder if there is anyone who has ever felt this way for me? The intensity, the fear, the hope … And the deep deep love!

These lines:
“Hence, she holds my heart in her hands to keep it beating, while I hold her close so she can breathe easy. I’m never leaving her side nor she needs to fall because she’s already safe in my arms. She doesn’t need to break herself anymore to prove anything.”
After reading them, I realised how much I need to hear them.
Thank you ❤️❤️